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TOXICITY (Acrostic)


To me, you were wonderful. Who knew you were really

Only poison flooding my veins? Like a

Xylophone melody that starts pretty, but only gets

Irritating and drives you insane after prolonged exposure.

Crazy how the thing that numbed the pain and made me smile

Is really a powerful drug slowly ruining my life,

Transforming me into someone else I swore never to be.

You changed me. Over and over. But now we’re done.

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Nothing2Lose

College student, karateka, average bookworm/nerd, music lover, traveller/wanderer--oh and secret writer twitter: @taylorkinz235

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